Laced crystals are falling once again
Our thoughts may now turn to you
Forgotten during most of the year
Music drifts, a familiar refrain.
Simple ideas of truth and peace
Common sense we too often miss
So easy to ignore or forget
Within each of us are hidden the keys.
The date may well be wishful or true
The story embellished and changed
Twisted focus on profit and gain
One simple truth still shines through.
Regardless of church or of belief
In spite of wars fought to validate
Beneath the facade of ritual and words
For each and everyone his life he bequeathed.